On July 28, 2019, @emceesynonymroll issued a challenge to the Choices fandom: Use the prompt “do not open that box” in a 500-word-or-fewer drabble.
The challenge took off, and Enna ran it like a boss until May 2020, when she took a break from the fandom. @sirbeepsalot and @burnsoslow offered to step up and take over Wacky Drabbles, and Beeps even gave WD its own account and copied months and months of masterlists onto the new page.
Over the last 145 weeks, dozens and dozens of you have played along, submitting fics, suggesting prompts, and reblogging to keep Wacky Drabbles relevant. This challenge began during the first month of The Royal Heir 1 and ran nonstop through TRH2, TRH3, The Royal Finale, all of the hiatuses, and even for more than five months since the end of the series. (Though many Choices books have come and gone during this time, TRR is extra special to Beeps and Burns, so we’re highlighting it, lol.)
Thank you to everyone who has written, read, schemed, and dreamed Wacky Drabbles with us. With all of our hearts.
Wacky Drabbles Prompt #145 is “That was really, really good.” 🥺
Guidelines
A ‘drabble’ is a short fic. Drabbles should be 1000 words or less; we know that can be tricky, but submissions over 2000 words will not be posted to the @wackydrabbles blog. Please include a word count.
It’s the last week. We’re throwing that out the window. The first WD had a word limit of 500 … this week’s has none whatsoever. Use as many words as you want!
Feel free to post your best memories of WD. Reblog your favorite drabbles – both the ones you wrote and the ones others have written. Tag us – we’ll reblog everything.
Use the prompt exactly as it’s written. This one is (still) a must! Bolding it lets us see more easily how you used it.
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Post your drabble by the end of Saturday, May 7. The weekly masterlist will be shared in a post on Sunday, May 8.
Questions? hit up @burnsoslow or @sirbeepsalot or send the blog an ask!
Burns and Beeps, you have absolutely been the heart of wacky drabbles 💕 I may have started the weekly prompt idea, but you nourished it and cared for it when I had nothing left to offer. Under your care, WD reached new audiences and took off like never before. Thank you both for sharing your awesomeness with the rest of us (even when some of us haven't managed to find our way back just yet) So much love to you both! 💕
Would you ever write a wacky Drabble from the corgi aka Chance’s POV?
Ha! Oh gosh that would be a clever one to do. I’ll be honest though, I’m not really a dog person and I feel therefore that I lack insight into a dog’s motivation and relate more to a cat’s aloofness. I’m aware that there’s a cat in the TRH --mmm, let’s call it the TRH shtuffshow -- but honestly, I have a hard time reading through TRH where everyone seems to be mostly pod people. So, I think it’s an awesomely fun idea (and having an odd twist on it feels like it would be up my alley) but I’m not sure it’s in my wheelhouse.
I am participating in the marvelous @wackydrabbles weekly prompts. This week’s prompt is: You’ll feel better in the morning. The prompt is bolded in the story.
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A/N: I’m still not sure if we can call this a comeback, but two prompts in less than a month feels like some sort of success. I may also be cooking up a new something something of a story to tell. Stay tuned (but like, not too tuned because I’m slow and still kind of feel like I’m running on about 8% battery).
The story so far: Patti and Drake heard the heartbeat last time of their little one. If you want to revisit their history, it’s part of my All He Wanted master list available here.
All the characters except Patience Mason and Nurse Bethany belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them. Nurse Bethany belongs to @burnsoslow and she said I could use her.
Word Count: 527 (yeah, it’s extra short this week. It is what it is.
Warnings: I’m not sure that there’s really anything to warn about, but as always, my work is for those 18 and older.
Special thanks to @mskaneko for the edit of my favorite couple here and for the creation of the moodboard at the end of the fic. Also, thank you to the lovely people of the Tumblrverse who have been so kind on my somewhat sort of return to something
In all her years of nursing, Bethany isn’t sure that she’s ever seen a couple as weepy at an ultrasound as the couple in room 214. She must have spent 30 minutes pointing out the baby on the monitor. They’d say they could see it. They’d cry and then cry some more. Then they’d cry that they’d lost the baby so she’d have to point it out on the screen again.
This wasn’t a true “first time look” appointment -- the baby is over 8 centimeters long and baby shaped! Still, she had pointed out the baby repeatedly and then gave them two printouts, one where she circled the baby in red so they’d be able to find it again. Now she just had to finish the paperwork and get them out of her room.
She’s standing outside the door, taking a deep breath and willing herself to go inside as she hears:
“Marry me, Patti.”
“Drake, I already said yes.”
“I’m not proposing again. I want us to get married. Here. Now. Tonight. I can call Liam and he can marry us.”
“Drake …”
“Please, Patti. Please, let’s get married.”
Bethany had no intentions of her hospital room turning into a makeshift wedding chapel, so she opened the door and briskly stated, “Paperwork is in order. An orderly will be by in a minute or two to wheel you down to the entrance. You do have a ride to leave the hospital?”
Drake ignored Bethany and kept his eyes trained on Patti. “Marry me.”
“Drake. We need to get out of the hospital first. Do you still have a vehicle downstairs?” Patti’s fingers traced along his jaw that was clenching and unclenching.
“I think so. I need to find Maxwell. He has the keys.” Drake looked lost as he stood and turned, trying to figure out where Maxwell could be.
“Drake?” He turned sharply and looked at Patti. “I will marry you. But not in a hospital gown while you’re covered in my blood, okay? We can go back home and get married as quickly as you want once we’re there.”
Drake’s eyes light up. “Yeah! We’ll be right at the palace anyway. It’ll be easier for Liam to marry us there.”
“Drake, that’s not what I --” She stopped herself as she saw his smile drop. “I mean, that sounds great, Drake.”
He bit his lower lip as his grin widened. “I’ll go get our ride!” He made a small fist pump, then ran out of the room to look for the younger Beaumont brother.
“That’s not what you wanted at all, is it?”
“The man is who I want. I suppose the where or the when doesn’t matter as much.”
“Give yourself a night to rest on it. You’ll feel better in the morning. I’m sure of it.”
“Thank you, Bethany. You’ve been so kind to us tonight.” Patti reached out to shake her hand.
“Just doing my job. Let me see if I have a spare set of scrubs you can borrow for leaving the hospital.”
Bethany walked out of the room relieved that at least tonight she won’t be made into an impromptu bridesmaid.
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It’s been awhile.
A/N #1 Am I back? Not sure. Do I want to be? YUP! But for now I’m throwing my hat in the wacky drabble ring with a late holiday fic. My tree is still up, and if your tree is still up … it’s still Christmas. I have no regrets. This might carry on a bit but it’s what I got. I hope you missed JLi and if you’re new, I hope you love them.. The MC is Jessica Garcia who happens to be on loan from the FBI and is working with the royal guard to uncover a disappearance while navigating her relationship with Liam both professionally and personally. BUT that’s the main body of work that can be found in my Agent Phoenix fic (about that… ehhh, trying to get back to it. Hey, got a new baby so gotta write around his schedule)
SO, with all that said, in this fic we are in a Jess & Liam universe mixed in with my A/U A/U with a few inside jokes. Everyone is a pixelberry character except mi gente Jessica, Mateo, Adam
The Wacky Drabbles prompt is in bold “Come over here and make me.”
Word count: 1,995 according to Google (As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.) *Rusty as hell*
A/N #2: Drake and Jessica have a meaningful chat. Liam and Jessica “talk”. Also there is a brief reference to ONIA. Onia is a made up Kingdom who’s Monarch is King Michael Pataky (a fuckturd pussy ass bitch) and was created for a beautiful person whom I adore.
A/N #3: My MC is Latina (Puerto Rican to be exact) and speaks Spanish (characters in my A/U’s do) and over time in an effort to connect with her more Liam has learned the language somewhat through her. Translation for words will typically be (insert term here). Liam’s pet name for Jessica is muñeca (doll) he has some other favorite words and phrases but lets table convo.
Thank you to @dcbbw and @bbrandy2002 for listening to me cry.
Holiday Song inspiration: “Winter Wonderland / Here Comes Santa Claus” - Snoop Dogg x Anna Kendrick
Jessica & Liam song inspiration: “Physical” - Dua Lipa
Palace Breakroom
“Where the fuck did you go? Was about to file a missing persons report.” Drake joked as watching Jessica walk in with a sack of Debrand’s fine chocolate Pennies from heaven.
“Shut the fuck up. Liam was up my ass, then I got Mateo and Adam riding shotgun” Jessica grabbed a chair and dragged it next to Drake’s; she settled herself, then stretched her legs across his muscular thighs.
(I wouldn't normally make the assumption that things are for me, because there are so many way cooler people in the world, but "...Jessica walk in with a sack of Debrand’s fine chocolate Pennies from heaven." -- I know how you know about those!!
I don't remember how we came across each other, but I'm so very glad that our paths have crossed. So much love to you, Sweetie.
I see what you did with Drake's muscular thighs and thick fingers which is just *chef's kiss* even if he is heartbroken for the moment, Agent Phoenix won't let that shit stand for long ...
Ooh - is this the start of Liam and the shoe (a romance for the ages)?
And as Mr. SynonymRoll always tells me, it's not really Christmas until Hans Gruber falls off the Nakatomi Tower. It's an annual tradition. Yipee ki-yay indeed LOL!
Is it bad that I want to see Drake's glittery jingle balls? Asking for a friend...
And Liam still hasn't learning that when Jess is around, he's never the one in charge. This was such a fun story! I was dying laughing over here to the point that Hubs is like "what's going on?"
I'm so glad that you're back at writing. The world is a happier place with Agent Garcia around.
Surprise! I am participating in the marvelous @wackydrabbles weekly prompts. This week’s prompt is: What do you want me to say? The prompt is bolded in the story.
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A/N: Let’s not call this a comeback, mostly because I’m not sure that I’m actually ready to come back. The lovely people behind @wackydrabbles haven’t given up on me and I felt like maybe I could manage something with this week’s prompt.
Fair warning: I didn’t send this to my favorite proofreader, because I wanted to surprise her with this one. That means that you should expect that I lack comma sense and have a propensity to back that “as” up ... a lot. You have no idea how much help I used to get on these things. I also have barely written anything fun in the last 8 months (!) since I started my Tumblr hiatus and I’m pretty sure that it shows.
The story so far: So I rudely left the story where Nurse Bethany just dropped the bombshell on Patti and Drake that they’re pregnant. We’re gonna pick up from that moment. If you want to revisit their history, it’s part of my All He Wanted master list available here.
All the characters except Patience Mason and Nurse Bethany belong to Pixelberry, I’m just borrowing them. Nurse Bethany belongs to @burnsoslow and I used to have permission to borrow her, so I just kind of stole her again. Sorry, not sorry. Love you, Burns!
Word Count: 1000
Warnings: Language, talk of assassins, mention of drinking during pregnancy.
Special thanks to @mskaneko for the edit of my favorite couple here and for the creation of the moodboard at the end of the fic. Also, thank you to the wonderful @burnsoslow and @jessiembruno for the chat last week that might have just sparked something.
Patti lets out a nervous giggle and her hands flail as she talks. “I’m sorry. Can we go back to the part about my baby? I mean, I think I’d know if I were pregnant and I don’t … I don’t … I don’t … know ... that. Which means that I’m not. Right?”
“You didn’t notice any of the usual symptoms?”
Patti shakes her head rapidly. “No. No symptoms. I’ve just been normal. Totally normal. So maybe you mixed up my test results?”
Bethany sighs as she stops adjusting the machine to look at Patti. “So you’ve had no fatigue?”
“I mean, I’ve been a little worn down, but I just took over my family’s business. I figured it was stress.”
“Nausea - maybe with vomiting?”
“That can be... stress, right?” Patti’s voice is getting softer and her brows are furrowed.
“Swollen breasts and tenderness?”
“I thought it was maybe a late growth spurt.” The right corner of her mouth lifted in a hopeful curve before it flattened seeing Nurse Bethany’s reaction.
“And when did you last have your menses?”
“I .. I …” Patti’s eyes flick back and forth as she tries to calculate. She gasps as her eyes widen and she looks at Bethany again. “Just before my last visit to Cordonia.”
“And that was when?”
“... three months ago.” Patti’s voice is a whisper. Her hand rushes up to cover her mouth. “But my periods have always been kind of sporadic … and … “
“Stress?” Bethany finishes for her. Patti nods. “So you really didn’t have any idea?”
“What do you want me to say?! Of course I didn’t know I was pregnant! Do you think I would’ve been trying to handle assassins if I knew I was pregnant?” Patti’s hand claps over her mouth. Her thoughts begin to race as the reality of her situation sinks in.
Holy fuck that was so dangerous! Why did I think I should handle those assassins? I’m pregnant! I’m gonna be a mom. Oh, fuck … I’m going to have to give birth. Do I know anyone who’s given birth?
Mrs. Whiskerbottoms’ kittens just appeared one day in my closet. But that’s probably not what will happen for me. Oh, I really miss those shoes.
I was there when the vet had to turn the breeched foal for Sassafras. Dear God in Heaven I hope it’s not like that for me.
They can do amazing things in medicine. Maybe they can just make this baby stay in there for five years or so while I figure this all out. That could happen, right?
Fuck! I’ve already cursed in front of the baby. They’re gonna come out cursing like a little sailor. I’m cursing now too. Can the baby hear me curse in my head? Fuck! I’m a terrible mom already.
Oh fuck no! No no no no no no no no no. I sampled Drake’s bourbon when I was creating it. Fuck! I didn’t drink a lot, but I drank some. Our baby is gonna come out with three heads or seven arms or something. Drake is gonna kill me.
Drake. He’ll be a good dad. If he wants to be a dad. Maybe he thinks it’s too soon. He hasn’t even said anything! Why hasn’t he said anything?
Patti’s eyes lift to look for Drake right before she shouts, “Holy fuck, that’s cold!”
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My baby. Patti is having my baby. The most perfect woman in the world is somehow even more perfect.
My baby. My future wife and my baby and those fucking assassins almost stole both of them from me. I wasn’t enough. I didn’t protect them. I need to call Bas … and Liam. I’m gonna hunt those sons of bitches down and make them pay for everything they did - and for the things they almost did.
She didn’t deserve any of this. I shouldn’t have asked her to come. I know how Cordonia is and I selfishly put her in danger. She just makes me so damn happy and I wanted Liam to know that I had a good reason -- the best reason -- to stay the fuck out of the palace. I should’ve just sent for my things. What’s one box to ship? Or I could have just left them here forever. All that this place has for me is ghosts and it almost gave me two more.
Dad. I wish he were still here. He could give me advice. What the fuck do I know about being a dad? I can learn though. I will learn. I won’t let her be disappointed in me. I swear I’m never gonna let her down again. I can find a job in the states. Something real that brings home a regular paycheck. I need to provide for her and I’ll do whatever it takes to get there.
Focus, Drake. Just focus. Okay, the plan is: kill assassins, provide for Patti, learn how to be a dad. I can do that. I can do that. Where do assassins hang out?
“Holy fuck, that’s cold!” Drake’s eyes come back into focus as he moves quickly to Patti’s side.
“Are you okay? Do you need anything? Can I get you anything?” He curves one hand to rest at the top of Patti’s head while the other hand envelops one of hers.
“I’m okay, Drake. Just surprised is all.”
“Surprised? What happened? Is something wrong? What’s wrong? What do we need to do?” His eyes run quickly back and forth over her as he looks for his answer.
Patti’s thumb rubs small circles on the back of his hand. She opens her mouth to reply but stops as a bomp … bomp … bomp sound fills the room.
Their eyes meet for a second before they both turn to the monitor.
“That’s your baby…” Bethany’s words sound faint as they watch her finger circle around the display. They both blink rapidly, trying to see through the shine of the happy tears that haven’t yet spilled.
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Gah! I don’t know what to do with the tags .. so I’m gonna use the old tags I had - at least the ones that still work. If you want off the list, just say so.
@emceesynonymroll Enna is absolutely incredible, she burst onto the scene with a kickass story idea and absolutely crushed it, she's so sweet and kind and I miss her dearly!
Oh Anon, you are too sweet 💕. Burns did send me a screen grab and I'll be honest, I find it a little hard to believe anyone remembers me. That being said, catch me later Anon and I'll get you your $ and 💎 for saying such nice things. 😘
The Texan Meets the Manmaker: Happy Birthday, Enna!! [Drake x OC]
Book: The Royal Heir
Pairing: Drake Walker x OC (Patti Mason)
A/N #1 (for Enna): It’s my beautiful, amazing friend @emceesynonymroll ‘s birthday today! Happy milestone birthday, baby! (this is almost exactly how last year’s fic began.) How lucky I am that you took a chance on me and decided to call me your friend. I love our chats, your calendar inspiration, the fact that you are never wrong, all of your charms, and all the musical inspirations that have ended up on the very, very long RTT playlist. Thank you for being so supportive and wonderful – I love you!!
A/N #2 (for anyone reading): Soooo last year, I wrote Enna a birthday fic based on one of her personal HCs: that Adelaide wants to bang Maxwell Beaumont because she was the deflowerer of every Cordonian male at court, and he was the one missing piece to her perv puzzle.
This year, Enna, who is on a Tumblr hiatus but has promised to come back at least to read this, has been writing the tales of her OTP, Patience “Patti” Mason and Drake, aka Prake. They spent many of their pre-hiatus chapters at a ball.
And I thought … well, what if AUs and HCs collided? What if Patti, who is feisty and Texan and takes no shit, were to meet Duchess Adelaide?
…
Warnings: language, adult themes, sexual references, and implied sensuality
Word count: ~1700
Patience Mason would like to leave. Sure, it’s their last night in Cordonia, and if she just holds on, she and her new fiance – she glances down at the ring on her left hand again with giddiness and affection – will be back home deep in the heart of Texas by late tomorrow night, but even that seems too far from now.
Burns, my dear, I'm so very grateful that we ever found each other in this great big site. I count myself to be extremely fortunate to be your friend. I don't deserve you, but you seem to like me anyways for some unknown reason. Thank you for our chats, for checking in on me, even when I'm not good about checking back, and always being so damn supportive.
I have to say, Patti just trying to sit down with a cup of punch and not have to talk to anyone else is a real damn mood. LOL! Aside from meeting Drake, Cordonia has not been very kind to her.
Gah! There's nothing quite like cougar Adelaide on the prowl. No one else could hope to compare! The ovaries of that woman to try to take credit for Drake's moves and to just straight up ask his fiancee for another night. Eesh!
Thank goodness Patti is a smart lady. How do I know she’s smart? This right here --> Patti dampens her bottom lip. “I’ve been educated about the way things are in Cordonia tonight. No sense in fighting tradition.” Oh, this is about to get really good. Patti may have learned a few things, but she definitely didn't learn them the way certain Cordonians might hope.
And then Patti and Drake agree that they are each other's home ...
I'm fine. I'm not crying. I love that they have each other. You made them awfully sweet while still letting Patti be her sassy self.
BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! She sent Neville up there!!! OMG. I love Patti. And hey, growth for Neville, apparently he doesn't cry afterwards anymore. Or maybe Addie likes that better now. LOL!
But even the promise of regular Neville can't stop her on the hunt for her missing piece. I can practically see the glint in her eyes. Run, Maxwell!!!
Burns, I said it before, I’ll say it again, I don’t deserve you. Thank you for writing me a funny, sweet birthday story, letting Manmaker Adelaide ride again, and loving me even when I’m not quite in a Tumblr space again yet. I love this and I love you even more!!!!
Hello! I’m actually on a bit of hiatus and have handed off Wacky Drabbles to the lovely people behind @wackydrabbles. I just happened to pop in to bookmark some posts I’ve been tagged in to read for when I’m ready to be back on Tumblr and saw your ask.
That being said, if you use the prompt as-is and stay under (or very, very close to) the word limit, and make sure your fic is appropriately tagged, you should be good to go. Make sure you tag @wackydrabbles when you post so they can find it.
So it’s been like 10 minutes since I answered this ask and my brain won’t relent on a point I failed to make clear which is this: my answer is based on what I think is true.
As I said in my earlier answer, I handed over Wacky Drabbles which means that while the weekly prompts live on, the wonderful people putting the prompts and lists together now are not under any obligation to follow the posting rules that I had used when I ran WD.
If you want to be 100% sure that what you’re doing will fit the bill for the drabble list, your best option is to reach out to @wackydrabbles directly and talk it through. I know their ask box is open.
Hello! I’m actually on a bit of hiatus and have handed off Wacky Drabbles to the lovely people behind @wackydrabbles. I just happened to pop in to bookmark some posts I’ve been tagged in to read for when I’m ready to be back on Tumblr and saw your ask.
That being said, if you use the prompt as-is and stay under (or very, very close to) the word limit, and make sure your fic is appropriately tagged, you should be good to go. Make sure you tag @wackydrabbles when you post so they can find it.
I wish you would write a fic where MC finds out that Ethan is leaving to the Amazon for two months, so she confronts him before he leaves.
The Confrontation (Ethan x MC)
Thank you Nonny for this request ❤️
Wacky Drabble prompt #42: Let's be honest with ourselves, we knew this was going to happen.
Thank you @pedudley for prereading this for me … and also not yelling at me. I LOVE YOU BUNCHES!
Warnings: Angst; adult language; car accident; trauma
Words: 1130 (eeeek!)
After a long day, Ella finally finished rounding on her last few patients and handed the charts to one of the nurses. She hasn't seen Ethan in a few days, and honestly, she was an emotional mess. Regardless, she plastered on a fake smile and was grateful her shift was over. "I'm just waiting on the creatinine and BUN to come back for room 402, Anna."
"Ok, doc, I'll page the on-call when they pop up. By the way," Anna's voice creeps down to a whisper. "Dr. Lahela has been looking for you; he said he'd be in the cafeteria."
"Oh," Ella's brows furrowed. I hope he's ok. "Thanks, Anna, I'll head over there."
Ella quickly stopped by the locker room to change out of her scrubs and into her jeans and sweater. Once she was done, she practically jogged to where she needed to go, thinking Bryce was in trouble. Yes, she had feelings for Ethan, but she would always love and care for Bryce. Ella finally got to the archway of the cafeteria and saw him sitting alone at a table in the corner of the room. The rain was coming down hard outside, loud splatters of water hitting the glass window and slowly trailing down until it disappeared. Kind of fits my mood. She walked towards him and watched as he took a sip of his coffee. His facial expression seemed grim, and she hoped nothing terrible had happened.
Once he spotted her, though, he smiled wide. "Hey, El," he stood to greet her and kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey yourself," Ella sat next to him. "What's going on? The nurses said you were looking for me. Is everything alright?"
"Uh, yea. I wanted to tell you something that I heard today," Bryce's eyes met hers, and she could see some sadness there. "I found out that Ramsey went on a sabbatical of some sort. He's going to the Amazon for … an unidentified amount of time."
Ella just stared; she didn't move a muscle; she didn't even take a breath in. She heard what Bryce said, but it's like her brain couldn't process it. Seconds went by, and it finally registered that she needed to inhale, her lungs were screaming for oxygen. She also realized that Bryce was still talking.
"El? … Ella! Did you hear me? He's leaving tonight, Naveen sent him home an hour ago to prepare."
She stood so quickly from her chair that it toppled over. "I-I have to …" she sucked in a deep breath so she wouldn't let out the sob that was accumulating in her chest.
"Go," he whispered.
Ella turned and ran out of the cafeteria, through the atrium and out the front doors of Edenbrook. It was pouring rain, she had no hood on her sweater and no umbrella, but Ella barely noticed. She quickly hailed a cab and gave the man Ethan's address, which was about 10 minutes away. What am I doing? He doesn't want to be with you. Why are you chasing him? Ella squeezed her hands together, hoping that would make the rapidly growing ball of anxiety in the pit of her stomach go away. It didn't.
Once they reached the building, she paid the cab driver and jumped out into the street. Ella ran up to the main entrance, pressed Ethan's apartment code in, and the door opened. She had never run up three flights of stairs with soaking wet shoes before; she was surprised she hadn't slipped and fallen flat on her face. Out of breath, Ella leaned on one arm against the wall and stood outside apartment number 306. With a shaky hand, she knocked on the door until she heard Jenner bark in the background. Ella listened to the footsteps stop on the other side of the door and could hear him unlock it.
"Ella!" A surprised expression is quickly replaced with a concerned one. "What're you doing? You're soaking wet. Come inside before you get sick." He takes her hand and pulls her in. He leads her to the bedroom, grabs a large towel, and wraps it around her.
"Why are you doing this?" Ella finally breathed out. Why don’t you love me?
"Doing what?"
"Leaving. Why are you leaving?"
He closed his eyes and let out a sigh. "I can't do this right now, Ella. My flight leaves in three hours."
Something in her snapped. Up until this point, she was sad, feeling sorry for herself and wanting just to be swallowed up into the earth. But hearing how he doesn't even want to speak to her pissed her off to no end. "No!" Ella stepped away from him. "We're talking about this now. What the fuck, Ethan?! You were just going to leave without saying anything?"
He didn't have to answer, the look on his face said it all—sadness mixed with guilt and longing. "Ella, I have to do this. They need me there."
"That's bullshit, and you know it! We need you here!"
"An opportunity … came up," he looked at her, but they both knew why he was leaving.
"It's that easy, huh?" She chuckled humorlessly and shook her head. "It's that easy for you just to fuck me and then leave the country?"
Ethan's eyes widened. He had never heard her curse more than he had tonight. "No! Ella that's not-"
"You made it very clear that you don't want me," she paused for a moment because her voice began to waver. "Let's be honest with ourselves, we knew this was going to happen."
"I never meant to hurt you, Ella. I just … can't do this," Ethan said softly, his eyes glistened as he stared at her.
"I meant nothing to you," she spat out and slowly began to back out of the room. Ella felt the lump in her throat and the burn in her chest. She knew the tears were coming, and she would rather die before she let him see them fall. "I apologize for barging in like this. Be safe out there, Ethan." Ella turned and walked down the hallway and out the front door. She ran down the stairs, the tears already streaming down her face and the sobs escaping her chest. She somehow made it to the first floor and stumbled outside into the rain. The tears in her eyes were making it difficult for her to see. In her attempts to try to hail a cab, she walked into the street a little too far and didn't see the car going full speed. She didn't have time to scream. The impact of her body being hit and the feeling of flying through the air felt like a dream. Afterward, she finally felt no pain, and the world was black.
Oh man! I adore that Bryce cares enough about her to warn her and give her a chance to confront Ethan. But wowza, Ethan did not take the confrontational well. And then ... And then ?!?!?! What?!
Besties is part of @emceesynonymroll‘s Weekly Drabble Challenge. This week’s prompt is can you move. Spongebob prompt from @bbrandy2004 and Sheldon prompt from @loveellamae All prompts are in bold.
Pairings: Liam x Cassie (OC)
Series Summary: Liam and Drake’s bromance gets in the way of their relationships with their girlfriends. Find the series masterlist on my masterlist under “Wacky Drabbles.”
Part 4 Summary: Drake plans a potluck of activities for his date day with Cassie.
Pixelberry owns Drake and Liam. Robin and Cassie were created by me in consultation/guidance of their nonpixel people @dcbbw and @burnsoslow. Thanks to the above mentioned and my boo @bobasheebaby prereading.
Drake looked between the two plates he carried to the living room. He had racked his brain for ideas to rock Cassie’s world; his girl deserved a perfect day.
Cassie looked up from where she sat cross-legged on the sofa. “Yum! Chicken and waffles.”
Drake handed her a plate and nervously rubbed his neck. “Heh … happy date day, Cassiebear.” He leaned over and kissed her when she looked up at him with big eyes and an irresistible pucker.
He sat down and looked at his plate. Sure, waffles shouldn’t be black, but he was excited and had turned up the heat to get brunch cooked faster. He shrugged and shoved a syrupy forkful into his mouth. Food is food.
Oh Drake, serving blackened waffles for breakfast and Cassie, bless her, just enjoyed it all. 🤣😂🤣 I actually kind of love that his "special plan" for her was to do something she'd wanted done in the apartment for a while. And he wasn't selfish about it -- he didn't insist that she help, and actually hooked her up with Claws and a view. 😍😍😍😍. I realize that I'm old married people, but doing something like hanging the gallery wall is a love gift that she can think about every time she sees it. I love that idea. His plan for a birthday gift totally works too (IMO)🤷 we already know Cassie would like it too. I can't wait to see the dinner date!
This is chapter 13 of the Life of Riley. To catch up on what you’ve been missing of what her life was like before Cordonia please click\
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I am participating in @emceesynonymroll wacky drabble prompt #41 “Can you Move?” which will be bold.
Summary: Riley and her Dad go on their first run together in over 3 months of barely speaking to each other after Riley skipped school to help Von. Jason asks Von to lunch .
Word count: 1782
Riley Brooks belongs to pixelberry. All other characters are my own creation to support our story.
Warnings: Profanity, adult content, mentions of being a witness to domestic violence in the past, mentions of family mental illness, and our adorable boyfriend who yet again gets himself in yet another dumpster fire situation, this time with Riley’s dad and another officer.
I'm glad Jason decided to try again with Von. But wow with the lie detector 😬😬😬. Still all's well that ends well ... Except 😬🤦😬🤦😬🤦. Riley has some more talking to do. Eep!
Gah! See, moments like this make me appreciate my Liam stan friends all the more. I don't know how they bared with it (I couldn't) but I'm ready for Liam to stand up and say what's right!
I have epilepsy. This details my seizures, I can’t speak for everyone, everyone’s seizures/ experiences are different. This is graphic. Seizures are messy. They aren’t fun and it felt wrong to make it out to be cute when they really aren’t. Pretty much all the things that happen in the plot have happened to me. Well, I’m not married to a king or live in a palace so…there’s that but everything else is accurate. There may be some jokes about it here because I do joke about it sometimes. It makes me more comfortable and I find it helps relax everyone around me. I’m also writing about it because there really aren’t that many fics written about it and I think it’s important to shine light on it.
Any feedback is really appreciated! :)
Tagging people who shared the last part. You don’t have to read it! I just thought you might want to see what happens: @kacie-0156, @texaskitten30, @cordonianroyalty, @kingliam2019, @bebepac, @kingliam-rys, @cordonia-gothqueen, @kimmiedoo5, @bbrandy2002, @loveellamae @bobasheebaby @losingbraincellseveryday @marshmallowsaremyfavorite @jared2612 @flutistbyday2020 @debramcg1106 @anotherbeingsworld @leaharhys @cordoniaqueensworld
This is also part of wacky drabbles hosted by @emceesynonymroll The prompt this week is: #41: Can you move?
Oh Riley 😭😭😭😭😭 she's hurting so bad, but also keeps hurting herself. Liam was right to call her folks. Hopefully with more support (and some medical intervention) Riley and Liam will make it through 😍
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